Method Man - Party Crasher Lyrics
Intro: club bouncerAww shit... not these niggaz again!Aiyyo listen!Im only lettin five of you mother*****ers in here tonightIf your man aint on the guest listHe get to the bacj of the *****in lineAnd you know another mother*****in thing?I dont give a ***** if a ***** spill a drinkIn this mother*****er tonightIm kickin all yall the ***** outta here[method man]UhhMuh*****ers be up in the club scared to *****in deathNigga if you scared why dont yo ass just stay the ***** homeCheck it out uhhMe and mines at the door, aint tryin to pay your feesStop playin, you *****in with me, I push my way inBum rush theres plenty of us to tear the club upGuzzlin bacardi and such, I split a dutchBouncin nigga lookin like he want warNow I aint the one you got to front pahPattin me down like the lawAs I stumble in the partyTopsey off the limon bacardi for sureLoungin near the bar section, rolled the lAnd kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharpBlue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacketWho that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches?Burn somethin, one toke got me blastedTook another toke then I passed it, choke!Fantastic, herb aint no jokeEspecially that indo smoke mixed with hashishLadies on the dance floor, shakin they assesGot millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passesHoney with the eye glasses, body work is boombasticSkin like blackberry molasses, mmmmmAt last its, time to step and make her mineNiggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shinesBrothers got to keep it movin, playin with kidsThat wont hesitate to snatch a cubanYou know what this is...(yo duke thats your diamonds right there god?Yo that shitll go right where my people aint right now..Yo dont touch my shit!)Now its on in the lavatory, I heard a screamEnd of story couldnt find shorty, party scenesNow a *****ed up chaotic thing, wont be longBefore the sirens intervene, the terrotoryCant we all get along, without the ruckusGot big bouncin muh*****ers, tryin to rush usI can take a hint, what? can smell the stenchOf a hell bent environment, the odds against usBack to the wall yall, refuse to fallAll hands on deck yes, prepare to brawlUhh, every time I try to have a good time why?Somebody always *****in it up, killin my high, damnMonkey wrench they whole program, party overBy that time Im dead soberIn the midst of this whole shit fo soldiers, dead goneYou can tell that they was heat holdersEverybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set***** slipped and caught a broke neck, some brooklyn kidsRushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin dukeHalf to death and took his rolex, its horribleLike a front page article, mister pitifulAbout a step away now we critical, uhhAs I boned out I heard the people shoutNiggaz, yea cold turn the party out!Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh( sirens )
